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The Arm Pads

I ran as fast and as hard as I could a reward was on the Line. Jet black arm pads and I was determined to get it. The wind blew into my face ,and my bones felt if it was a twig ready to snap in half. Sweat scattered down my face all the suicides felt horrible ,but i kept going we finished. practice was over I thought then he made us do suicides again I didn’t want to but I had to. Go coach roared loudly I ran so fast.


Then we huddled up and everyone left. I was pulled aside by my coach. he was talking to me then he told me that I was getting the arm pads. For hustling a large grin stretched across my face. My toes squeezed tightly in my hot and stinky socks. I was happy but shocked because he chose me.
I hopped in my car ,and i told my dad all about how i’m the only one on my team getting arm pads I was excited. I dreamt of hitting people with the hard padding on the outside but soft ,and warm in the inside. It also would protect my arms.